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em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
há uma hora do descanso calmo
completamente dos rasgos
irmão, eu sou fogo
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu estive
gloom
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
você recorda

 



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